Looking down from commanding heights
Atop the cliffs of chalk
Looking down from commanding heights
To the sea of ice
A strong feeling of vertigo
I shiver, alone
Freezing wind
It beckons me to let go
Grey skies above and the smell of rain
A cold breeze, sharp and crisp
And the mirrors at the bottom of the cliff
Telling me to let go
Atop the cliffs of chalk
Looking down from commanding heights
To the sea of ice
A strong feeling of vertigo
I shiver, alone
Freezing wind
It beckons me to let go
Grey skies above and the smell of rain
A cold breeze, sharp and crisp
And the mirrors at the bottom of the cliff
Telling me to let go
( Knight of Swords )
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